Willow The Owl House Novels & Stories

Afterward, Theo put on a movie, some action flick he’d seen a hundred times but still enjoyed. Willow curled up next to him on the couch, her head resting against his chest, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind kept circling back to the note. “The one with the fire hair. The wolf with two souls. She is the key. Find her. Bring her. Or he will come.” A shiver ran through her. Theo shifted beside her. “You’re thinking about it.” Willow exhaled. “I can’t help it.” His arms tightened around her, his thumb brushing idly against her arm. “We’ll figure it out.”

Willow calmed the horse down and came down. "When I say run, you run. Understood?" Willow asked I nodded in response Still looking around when suddenly five wolves came out of the woods. And they looked really scary. "Run, now!!!" Willow shouted I rode with speed knowing full well that two wolves followed me. Ahhhhhhhh!!!

she giggles looking around. “It’s not bad, right? I got a crew in a few months ago and had a few alterations made when we found Willow. They worked on the second floor first and then the rest of the house…” he looks around happily, “-I figured our homecoming was a little overdue,” his eyes sadden momentarily before flickering back to his sparky-self.

’ he asks in confusion. ‘Just because I don’t like the fucker, doesn’t mean I’m not going to help with his problem. Especially as it involves my mate.’ Stevens drives the car right up to the front of the packhouse, not asking any more questions. Leaning down until my lips are close to Willow’s ear, I whisper, “Little wolf, we are home.” She opens one eye, disgusted by my announcement and quickly closes it again. “Shall I carry you?” I muse.

Willow inquired attentively while rubbing her belly to help ease the pain of the baby stretching. “I appreciate the offer, but I already ate at Ogra’s.” She looked down at Lili’s pouting face.She smiled at her little sister attentively. She looked back up to see Willow mimicking her little sister’s pouting face.”Fine I will stay for a cup of tea and some pastries if you have any.” A huge smile spread across their faces. They stayed at Willow’s till it was dark talking and telling stories. Hunter sat quietly and listened with a big smile on his face. Enjoying his new life with a family that loved him.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

There is a giant willow tree right in-front of where I am sitting, and I can see two cranes hunting for fish in the small creek beside it. I check my phone and see Charles has texted me asking if I free to meet later today. I wanted to see him; I also wanted to feel him. I knew it wasn’t a good idea, but I invited him over for supper. I spend the next couple of hours crushing ingredients and making potions that we are running low on. Once I have made enough potions and store them in the shed. I look around for the owl and see he’s perched by the willow tree.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

"They do go a big weird towards the end. Willow imagined all sorts of untrue things. Can she feel the pup move?” “Yes. He’s strong, kicking up a storm.” “She’ll feel better once the pup’s born.” Glenn looks at Willow who is now sitting in the middle of the clearing, just staring up at the effigy of the mother, ignoring the milling wolves that keep coming and going. At least they’re treating the place with the necessary respect. “Is she all right?” he asks. “I don’t know. I hope so.” “What’s wrong with her?” “She hasn’t been shifting.”

Willow woke abruptly to the shrill ring of her phone. The loud sound startled her awake, and she rubbed her eyes groggily. Seeing Helen's bedroom door was slightly open, Willow immediately became fully alert. She rushed to the door, only to find the room empty. The front door of the poker house, which had been locked the previous night, now stood wide open. Helen had quietly left early while Willow was still asleep. Glancing around the empty house, Willow fumed and kicked a chair across the room. She thought bitterly that if Helen was so good at disappearing, she might as well keep it up. How could Helen, at her age, still be sneaking around like a lovesick teenager?